Severe Lack of Montage

My revision timetable has been drawn up, and in accordance with an inherent need to narrate my life, complete with voice over and background music, I am now listening to “Under Pressure” (The original David Bowie and Queen version as The Computer has decided it will not cooperate with The Used and My Chemical Romance’s efforts…ah well). It’s just like living in a movie. Speaking of which, I could really do with one of those exam montages…where they have shots of the protagonist sitting at his/her desk, staring avidly down at their books, heartily scribbling away in a notebook, as the camera moves along and fades, and POW! They’re wearing different clothes because *shock* it’s a different day! It would certainly speed things up.

Anyways, on another kind of related note, tomorrow we embark upon what is our last week of actual schooling goodness, before plunging into SWOT Vac and then…that time after SWOT Vac. However, what better way to distract oneself than by having a good, old fashioned attack of massive pedantic-ness, which, on close inspection probably makes no logical sense, and is in fact, not relevant to anything ever.

Nonetheless…how would you define being in a particular year level? Does Year 12 begin on the first of January, and end on the 31st of December? Or, is it linked with the school terms, beginning when term one does? This being the case, when you are on holidays are you still in Year 12, as you are not physically at school, being in the generally accepted “Year 12 environment”? Probably, as you’re still doing work in that time. But then, we have to define work. Is it when you’re learning new stuff? Because then if so, does Year 12 end Friday next week, thus making “Year 12 Exams” actually “Random-In-Limbo-People Exams” as we will only be going over old stuff from that point onwards? Hmm…I’m rambled out.

Unable to think of an appropriate segue, I’ll just say it: randomly one night in the holidays there was a whole lot of shouting, revving and general loudness coming from outside. Upon peering out the windows, it was revealed that, having spent some quality yelling time at the building diagonally opposite from us, a man on a motorbike had taken it upon himself to pull along to the one side of the roundabout, put on his breaks, and simultaneously accelerate, the result of which being a massive cloud of whathadtobetoxic cloudness…what the?

So…to totally further confuse proceedings, my background music is now “Mr Blue Sky” by ELO…you just have to love songs that start with a brief weather report (that’s with the exception of “It’s Raining Men”, which leaves…just “Mr Blue Sky”)

Good luck everyone!